Curious Things

“I think I’ll give them the extra rinse…” She was thinking sitting there hating when the bathroom rugs had to be washed, they shed so much, an unpleasant surprise she’d discovered. Got into everything, even stuck to the sides of the washer drum. They also slid all over the floor, no backing to speak of to hold them in one spot, one side looped chenille the other soft brushed. What a letdown but the entire order of bathroom items was bought with bonus bucks and year-end discounts that even covered a small part of shipping. They’re useful for now, more pressing things to think about if you want to call them that.

He’d appeared and why she didn’t know but everything has a purpose. Unlike angels or beings in long illuminated robes, he wore a white down jumpsuit with a hood, something someone who worked outside a lot or hunted would wear. In life he’d mowed lawns and she couldn’t remember if he hunted or not. She knew who he was from talking. Oddly or at least this was different, he stood behind off to the side with his back to her going on about something, his deep voice and accent so familiar. It was after that she’d gotten the idea that panned out nicely and from there other things were falling into place. It was a humbling experience that he’d appear to her at all, at least she thought so. “We should be kind to everyone we meet not knowing that we might be entertaining angels”, something like that. “Think I’m ready for coffee though it’s still dark. Maybe I’ll wait for light to break through. As long as the shades are drawn and sunshine isn’t shining, Dracula’s not asleep yet… don’t know if I have the ambition to make coffee. Feel that cool breeze coming in. Huh, that’s getting a little too cold. The 6-cup pot?” Looking outside there was no moon to be seen but the stars were brilliant. “The sky isn’t talking but company’s coming.” She felt the blood run down the back of her throat.

“Almost 5, the sky will be light soon. Should get the towels in the dryer… I’ll take care of them later. Maybe I’ll nod off to Casper…”

Short Of A Six-Pack

 

Not sure what happened but the word document is a different size. How do I get it full screen? Why did it change? I hate it when this happens or maybe I’ll like it better.

 

Coffee’s up. Thank goodness for that.

 

An eerie silence when I first opened the door for that precious cool morning air. There’s nothing to fear from me. Wouldn’t harm a kitten but I will swat a fly. Only an idiot lets flies buzz around. Dirty germ-carrying things. Chirping had stopped, units stopped running, almost deafening straining to hear any sound but it’s over now. Units kicked on, birds chattering again, the smell of coffee fills the apartment, fan’s on low all meaning it was a simple moment of silence or it’s here, whatever it is though I certainly didn’t invite it.

 

Think I’ll pour.

 

Then again I thought because the word document had changed I was somewhere else, that indicated something had happened. Whatever it is says I should write. Am I not supposed to notice? All realms should know how aware I am and the document not covering the entire screen will tell me something. I mean duh. Higher beings indeed! I always said ‘space’ was the distance between two ears and has nothing to do with traveling through galaxies. I’m glad I got that off my chest.

 

Now I am getting up to pour.

 

Yet

The sky too dark

Where is my light

Of course there’s no sun

Too early for that

Navy should become powder

No, not so but clear

By degrees not too soon

Still

Night is over now

The horizon lined orange

Defining the trees

Bold background begins

 

That’s better

 

I glanced up and caught a glimpse of eyes but he closed them quickly so I’d think I am alone. In the hallway, watching. Told you I’m too aware for that. It’s here, but I’ll be cool. Soon enough it’ll be bright. I’ll watch something in the meanwhile pretending I don’t know, didn’t see.

 

Falling asleep as I type. Opened them again catching a glimpse of small white eyes peering at me. It realized I saw and shut them again. Desperate I turn around to find my sky and it’s light enough.

 

I’m safe.

 

Putting ‘The Birdcage’ on now…

 

 

Van Helsing On Deck

 

She felt a sting near the knot tied at her hip. Absentminded she brushed and settled into the chaise and the second sting. “What the…” she brushed again, glanced at her side but it was at her back with another sting. “What…” she sprung sitting up twisted and turned. On the towel was a curled up fuzzy bit of something that’d earned getting brushed off the deck completely. “I come out early before any flying stinging creatures begin buzzing around in a stupor from the heat. Who invited you? How early do I have to get out here” and she settled back one last time. “It better be…”

 

An hour later she came in her body burning dripping sweat. “Shower.” On the way the bits of her lack of swimsuit were peeled and dropped over the hallway fan. “We’ll do this again tomorrow.” The water was adjusted to a hair above lukewarm, she stepped in inhaling relief as her heart rate relaxed from intense heat but at the same time she felt strange, a strange sensation devouring her from the head down like a beak closing over her piercing. She screamed a caw from a raw throat and thought she must be burning, something happened in the apartments, someone was careless, then jumped out grabbing a shirt from the closet in case it were necessary to run outside. The pain wouldn’t stop and she twisted throwing herself through the window and soared. “I’m in the air. How am I in the air…” She opened her eyes gliding above the houses, grounds, trees but staying just below the clouds, the shirt she’d pulled over herself with the big WTF that usually teased cleavage was now full abreast waving in the breeze, her wings spread through the capped sleeves. “How is this possible? This is so cool.” Then she saw him running into an open area. He looked up at her extending a leather clad arm, “come back!”

 

“Who the hell… Ha, I think not. WTF appropriately so…” she pushed like a swimmer would to pick up speed and soared higher feeling something give way inside as his head to his arm were covered in a whitish-brown spatter. “Look what I did” she cackle-cawed. “That’s supposed to be good luck you know.” Something glittered golden in the sun on her claw as she mused WTF strikes again. She lunged for speed and it snapped like a weak thread. Caught in the breeze it turned up revealing a dainty engraved oval. “Plated, wouldn’t you know” shaking it off she flew.

 

“Wonder when this wears off. Can I change when… ? How… ? Oh, that’s right, grilled fresh tuna and cut up a salad… tonight… Guess I’ll find out.”

 

 

 

 

 

Horror Movies Without End

How can you do this to me? You’re dead! And now I’m dead too thanks to you but I saved my son, you can’t have him again killing your wife and his sister too saving him from you. The law got there just in time, a bullet through your brain stopped you cold but how is it you stayed. Anger everlasting will be but not for me.

I cry. Have you seen my son I miss him so.

Caught in this place now you are gone. Avenging yourself against the policeman who stopped you cold. He’s dead but I’m alone. Your wife left too, finally. I was saving her son, was that why she disappeared? We were out the door us two. You grabbed my hair pulling me back in, my blood covered all, wood floor and wall. I was gone. How could you, you were dead, already dead. Corporal manifestation for some just not true. I saw you, so did he, but you were dead.

Now I am too.

Something Old, Something New, Something Borrowed And Something Full Bodied Burgundy

Myas Writes

I don’t know what possessed me to travel to this world. I was already in a parallel universe and should have stayed or travelled back to my own world but a friend had become trapped here, a crucial lever, ha, what part isn’t important, anyway a lever to his machine had been destroyed and only he can rebuild a new one. Can’t save him or do anything constructive other than keep him company but that in itself helps when you’re not completely alone, there’s someone close you can complain to, and he can complain back. Misery and company, what a pair. After the time I’d spent in the last universe, I thought this place would be a relief and even if it’s colors would bleed through temporary peace is welcome. Ah, but I did begin with don’t know what possessed me to travel to this world so that’s already happened…

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Sunday Is For Vampire: Good Fellows And The Next Generation

“Albinos! Why didn’t I think of that before! Albinos are the natural day walkers with their natural super sensitivity to the sun. It all makes perfect sense. Cast them as the new race but with a little something extra like the children from the ‘City Of The Damned’, a murderous torturous side as opposed to those whose whole face opens to suck the life out of their prey. Vampires who experiment on vampires to create the master race, as petty as humans sacrificing their children although the coldness makes sense but there is so much passion in making another. In keeping with tradition sunlight gets the better of everyone one way or another. It might be interesting to be able to psychically drain the blood from a victim as opposed to forcing them to hurt themselves making these new vamps who’ve naturally evolved a threat like no other. Snipers? High acuity opening up a new door as to how to stop them. Should they be able to drain the blood from super slayers, should there be an issue with that, should it be hopeless? Psycho-thriller vampires you can never get rid of worse than Michael Myers giving a whole new meaning to when blood runs cold, cold-blooded, yes and yes. Brilliant!”

Now all Marie had to do was sell the flood of ideas to Jeff and Christof.

 

 

Where The Dead Reside

 

“Is it really like that when you die?”

 

We were watching the Book Of Life. In the land of the dead there is more life and celebration than when people are alive especially on the Day Of The Dead.

 

“I don’t know sweetie.”

 

I was going to say that no one has ever come back to tell anyone about what happens at the same time flashing back to when I saw my grandfather after he’d passed. Was it a dream? Certainly wasn’t what my definition of a vision was in those days. I walked into a luncheonette and he was sitting at a booth. I almost walked past suddenly recognizing him. He had his head down chuckling like he did when he was playing a joke. I got excited and teary never expecting to see him again overwhelmed he’d come to see me and he frowned as if I were being absurd. I guess I was. He loved me. Should I ever have doubted it? He looked good, young and healthy. I think I hugged him. The same thing happened with my grandmother. She was on a sidewalk on a street like we lived in Yonkers, residential homes in a row shaded by trees. She was in a dress like she’d worn when she was younger wearing a pair of shoes with stacked heels. How could I have known? I was no more than an infant if that. I might not have even been a thought yet. She walked briskly, looked so healthy and in great shape. There were other relatives. They all looked good completely free of pain. Not in any of that had anyone talked about what happens or where they’d been hanging out these days. No tunnels, no lights, no voices calling, besides, I was still alive.

 

He spoke before I could offer an explanation, as if, or an insight.

 

“Well when you die you’ll have to take your iPad.”

 

“Do you want me to send you pictures?”

 

He became quiet watching all that went on.

 

“Your iPad will have to die too.”

 

“So I can send a message then?”

 

“Yes you can tell me.”

 

“Okay.”

 

 

 

Nary A Werewolf But There Was A Full Moon

An interesting array of movies to watch. The first about a psycho newlywed husband who tried to keep his new bride prisoner on an island. Ok. Then one set on an Hawaiian island with a lot of emotion, healing, bratty drama, and a handsome island man who didn’t get the girl because she decided to stay with her husband… yadda, yadda, eh. Then it was Wolf Town opening set in the 49ers era. Someone is attacked by a wolf, will s/he transform? It jumps to present day with 4 young people taking a road trip back to the now ghost town. The wimpy kid college student sees a wolf. They gaze into each other’s eyes but no attack. Maybe wimps make wimpy werewolves. What else is there to think? His friend stomps off after disagreeing about why they are there, no one believes he saw a wolf anyway, and gets attacked. They carry him to the car but wolves have eaten the ignition and took the purse with the cell. Smarty werewolves? There’s always hope. They drag him back and huddle for safety. Cut to a full moon, howling, and anticipation that the friend will join the pack, possibly eat his friends but nothing happens. Another guy’s chest gets torn to shreds leaving wimpy and the girl whose leg had gotten chewed but she’s ok otherwise. Will both mutilated guys just become wolves then? Will the first kid who died become a wolf but help the others to escape? Mystical music sounds but still no werewolf or wolf action. The angry wolves don’t want people in their town we learn – don’t ask. After all the high intelligence they’re dumb enough to follow the wimpy kid into the building with the dynamite and get themselves blown up, well; all but the one wolf who didn’t attack anyone. He’s a presence while the pack creates mayhem. Wimpy and the girl begin to limp into the sunset, cross paths with the wolf, then turn to go separate ways. “Why doesn’t he attack us” she asks. “He just wants his town back, he doesn’t want to hurt us” wimpy says.

Credits roll.

Well, my hopes were dashed…